Rogue ✔

Chapter Fifteen : Frozen

"But if you loved me... why'd you leave me?"

Paige POV

I've been sitting in a bathtub for 20 minutes. Definitely not how I thought this morning would start.

After nearly getting shot between the eyes for the second time in 24 hours, I decided the bathroom was the best option for a hiding spot. Honestly, I thought a soldier would come a chargin' much sooner but hey, I wasn't complaining.

For a few minutes, violence was heard just outside the doorway, making me worried. When I was worried, I chewed my nails. It was a nasty habit that had my fingernails reduced to short stubs.

By the time Damian had opened the door, my fingers were once again haggard and covered with spit.

Cute, right?

There he found me, knees curled to my chest, hiding in the motel bathtub. Quietly murmuring the lyrics to Africa by Toto.

Its a coping mechanism, okay?

I was so shocked to see him that I leaped out of the tub and jumped him. My arms wrapped around his neck as my legs coiled themselves around his waist.

I basically gave him a backwards piggy back ride.

Excited mutterings left my mouth as I grasped into him as if my life depended on it. In a way... It did.

"Oh my gosh, I was so worried. What the hell happened? I'm sooo glad that your okay!" He only chuckled.

"I'm okay. We're okay." I sighed in relief. He wasn't hurt. I was okay with me getting hurt, I got hurt all the time in prison. If he got hurt, I'd hate myself.

I'd finally unlatched myself from his (sexy) body and stepped back down on the floor, giving him a small peck on the lips.

I was smiling, until I saw the blood.

It looked like just a splatter, but my wolf instincts began to freak out.

Mates hurt. Oh god, mates hurt. Must heal mate.

"What the hell happened?!?" I screeched. How did he get hurt? When?

My eyes widened and searched his torso for the injury. One hand reached out and tugged at his sweater. He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled them away.

"Relax, it wasn't me." I sighed with relief. "It was Joesph."

I could give a shit who it was, as long as it wasn't him.

"Don't scare me like that." I told him, exasperated. I tire my eyes away from his bloodied shirt and looked into his eyes. I was instantly lost in the gold specked,  chestnut pools. 

But what I saw there, made me worried. His eyes held pain, an internal pain.

I got on my tiptoes and kissed him, my lips pressing tightly against his. He rested his palm on my cheek, making me blush.

He pulled away first, the same pain in his eyes as before. My kissed hadn't helped him.

'He doesn't want you.' The ugly voice named Doubt said. I tried to suppress the demon, but to no avail.

"We need to talk." His eyes turned dark in guilt. Doubt began to speak again.

'He's leaving you. You weren't enough.' I shook my head, Damian wouldn't leave...right. I was starting to need him. He filled the gap in my heart, the one I didn't even know I had until I met him.

"About, what?"

"Here, let's go sit on the bed."

"Okay..."

He led me out of the bathroom and over to the bed, sitting a distance away from me. I tried to stay positive as a fear began to set in my blood.

"I have to go, Paige." He stated hesitantly, his voice suddenly very quiet and fearful.

'You're never gonna see him again.'

"Why?" I asked him, unable to make eye contact.

"To keep you safe. You come first." He told me. The fear in my blood now began to boil.

" 'You come first.'  REALLY? If I come first, then why are you leaving me? Was it something that I did?" I remained silent as the possibilities ran through my head, each more horrifying than the last.

"Is it because I didn't 'put out' last night? Is that it?"

"God no... Paige, it's not like that. I'm not like that. I-"

I cut him off, "How should I know. It makes sense. Why else would the spoiled Prince spend time with the Rouge!" I yelled at him.

His face fell.

"Is that what you think? That I want you for nothing more than your body? If so, Paige your dead wrong."

I no longer even heard what be said. I was too mad.

I let this man kiss me! I never would have let him this close to me if I'd known that he would only do this as a thanks.

In that moment, I felt some of the old Paige come back. The Paige that cluld survive anything. The iron skinned, backbone-of-steel Paige. The Paige that didn't need anyone.

"Get out."

"Paige, pleas-"

"Get. Out. GET OUT. I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!?!"

'You've lost him. You've lost him for good.'

I turned my back to him, my arms crossed over my chest. I wouldn't let him see me cry.

I only heard the slight scuffle of shoes as he made his way out the door. Upon heard the gentle click of the doorknob, I fell to the floor.

My heart hurt. It had been so full of life, then robbed of it so quickly. It was frozen, and now it began to crack.

There I stayed,on the floor, for lord knows how long, wishing for a swift end. Crying my eyes out like a baby. 

'You yelled at him. He hates you now. You have screwed your only chance at happiness. Congratulations."

For the first time, Doubt and I agreed on something.

Congratulations, indeed.

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A bit of a shorter chapter, but packed with feels. I hope y'all can forgive me...